Fall by David Koenig

rain falling
falling into a hooded dawn
pattering upon the backs of fallen leaves
curled limbless across the windless lawn
wet beneath a starless sky—

light grieves in this murderous season
flames that fed each first uncurling bud
dreams each might be dreaming now
though their red and gold have bled
colorless beneath a starless sky—

while one by one light rain leaves fall
winging downward into darkness
so many fallen
so many fallen
falling still beneath this starless sky—

David Koenig is the author of a poetry chapbook Amaranth and his work has appeared or is forthcoming in Salamander, Forage, Rust + Moth and elsewhere. He lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. Find him on Instagram @davkoe.